A GREAT DESCRIPTION OLIVIA!
As I stare out my open frosted window I can see a contorted tree drooping heavily over the side of a barren piece of earth.
The old leafless tree looks like it’s cradling the luminous lemon coloured full moon. I can feel the misty air crawling across my body while the sound of cackling birds settle to rest.
Eyeballing the plush purple sky I notice the single cloud merging with the mist.
Suddenly a bare branch snaps, I jump out of my skin then realise that it’s 11:00pm.
I flutter my eyes shut tight and drift asleep at last.
OLIVIA = YEAR 8